“This is so wonderful,” Noël breathed. “I’m actually having the best honeymoon.” Him in my arms, his cheek brushing my collarbone. The night smelled like secret gardens, sun-ripened grapes, and bubbles bursting like fireworks. “I’m having a pretty good time on our honeymoon, too.” He laughed. His whole body went into it, and his hand stretched toward mine as his fingers brushed my wrist. Electric zings danced through my veins. Never end. Never, ever end.
